A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

I Love You

I never really knew you.

You were just another friend,

But when I got to know you

What Do I See In You

What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,

I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,

It Is Gone

The way I used to smile,

and love our favorite song

The way it felt so right

Helen Keller

 

मैं कभी-कभार  ही अपनी कमियों कà

i flirt with you
i flirt with you because i need
slipping in and out of conversation
making you wonder,

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

The Perfect Dream
Waves beating on the sand
There we sit hand in hand
Waves crash down
And I wipe away my fro

We Have Been Friends Together
We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-tree

How And When

We are often greatly bothered

By two fussy little men,

Who sometimes block our pa

I Realized

The sunshine appears to be brighter.

My heart feels a bit lighter.